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guests. And the two of you kiss and cuddle among the orange trees like a pair of village simpletons!”
    Cordelia stared at him, forgetting the strange effect he had on her in her resentment at this furious and bewildering castigation. “We weren’t doing anything of the kind, as it happens. Not that it’s any of your business what I do,” she stated, as Christian was still trying to recover his wits.
    “You forget. I am to stand proxy for your husband,” he said curtly. “That makes your business very much mine, my lady. And most particularly when it leads to this kind of self-indulgent idiocy. Have you given any thought to what would happen if you were discovered?” He stared at them, anger fading to exasperation. “What a pair of foolish children you are.”
    He turned to the still tongue-tied Christian and said more kindly, “Be off with you, now. Your business here is done. If you wish to do Cordelia a favor, you’ll keep out of her way until she leaves here. It will be easier on both of you.” A smile glimmered in the dimness and he pattedChristian’s shoulder. “First love hurts, I know. But it does ease.”
    Christian looked blankly at the man who he assumed was Viscount Kierston, since he’d said he was Cordelia’s proxy husband. But he seemed to have taken hold of the wrong end of the stick. Christian cleared his throat and said, “Of course I love Cordelia, sir, she’s my best friend. But we’re not
in
love, if that’s what you’re implying.”
    “No,” Cordelia agreed tartly. “We were simply having a friendly conversation.”
    “A friendly conversation at dead of night, locked in each other’s arms in a secluded orangery!” Leo scoffed. “What kind of a fool do you take me for?”
    “One who’s blind as a bat,” Cordelia retorted. “Christian was just hugging me.”
    “I think I’d better go,” Christian said, reading Leo’s incredulity without difficulty. “We’re not having an assignation, sir, but it’s true that Cordelia shouldn’t be here with me. It’s not appropriate for the empress’s goddaughter to make a friend of a mere musician.” He spoke with a quiet dignity, bowed stiffly, and walked away.
    Leo’s exasperation faded. The lad’s composure was convincing. Maybe he’d come to the wrong conclusion, but it didn’t alter the fact that Michael’s betrothed had no right to be doing whatever she had been doing, however innocent it might have been. He turned back to Cordelia, who now stood silent and still in the shadows. He crooked a finger at her. “Come here, my lady.”
    Cordelia stepped into the dim light. She returned his scrutiny. All her anger had dissipated and that strange thing was happening to her again. They were alone in this dark and fragrant place, and she could think of only one way to dispel the confusion raging in her brain, pouring through her veins with every heartbeat. “Would you kiss me, like you did this afternoon?”
    “Would I
what?
”
    “Please kiss me,” she repeated patiently. “It’s very important.”
    “My God, you are beyond belief!”
    Cordelia didn’t say anything, merely stepped up to him. He wanted to move back but he couldn’t, it was as if she’d bound him with invisible threads. He could feel the heat of her body, smell the fragrance of her skin and hair. She looked silently up at him, her eyes wide and luminous.
    “Please.” She raised her hands to hold his face and then pulled his head down to hers.
    Why couldn’t he move? Why couldn’t he stop this? But he couldn’t. He couldn’t resist the power of her passion or prevent the rush of his own. His hands encircled her throat, feeling the pulse beating wildly against his thumb. Her mouth opened beneath his, her tongue darting against his, tasting the flesh of his cheeks, the moist underside of his tongue, running over his lips. Her breasts rising above the low neckline cried out for his touch. His hands slid down the column of her throat, moved over the